87. BLOGGING, SRS BIZNES

Yes folks, I’ve done it. I have gone overboard and registered a domain name for my blog. Now, I know what you’re going to ask; what the fuck are you thinking? Well, right from the start, we all know that I am no writer. I write awful entries and most of the time I blabber so much that I lose my point. I also lack the skills to make comprehensible connecting statements – just like this one.

See, I’ve always wanted to write, whether it’s on a piece of paper passed to a classmate in high school talking about gossip and how the teacher’s cleavage is showing; or writing “phone sex 046434xxxx female only” on the back seat of the bus from Lawton to BF or even drawing crooked penis and balls inside a male comfort room cubicle inside the school, I have always had that fascination to properly express myself for people to see. I am transparent like that. The problem is, I never had an avenue to pour my innermost thoughts.

Come to think of it, I have never been chosen to write anything that’s relevant in any organization ever since, well, forever. For example, back in high school, my friends were like, “dude, we have to join Seton Notes because our awesome teacher is there. Also, we’re all fluent with English and we’re all intelligent and pretty.” So our group applied for any position for the student publication, it’s the mother ship you know, our one and only bastion of light and of freedom of speech and all that crap in school. Come results day everyone got in the publication. Well, except me.

College days, I tried my luck again. This time, I didn’t apply for a major paper. I mean duh? I don’t want to open old wounds like what happened in high school right? So instead of applying for a position in our school paper, I applied to our SPS newsletter service, which, usually prints out announcements and new rules and stuff. Nothing hardcore, like flash reports or exclusive interviews and what not. I was happy that I finally got accepted. It could very well be the happiest day of my college life. (Well, no it wasn’t)

Three months after I got accepted, I have submitted a total of three short articles for the newsletter. Sadly, none of my articles were printed. Also, they were organizing meetings and brainstorming sessions without me. Oh well, I have wasted all that hard word and time spent for nothing. Fun right?

But look at me now, fatter, slower and possibly dumber from all those booze, drugs and cigarettes I have taken but I’m still trying to write. Sad I know. So instead of writing for someone, I’ve chosen to write for myself. Thank you for this thing we have called the internets that I am free to write anything as bad as I want, as lame as I want and you’ll still read it because well, you’re a blog hopper or a friend or someone who wants to commit suicide, either way thank you for dropping by.  

How appropriate that I’ve named this doomed blog with my name complete first name huh? http://joelavatari.com. Now everyone will know that the awful writing they’re reading is none other than Joel Avatari’s. How brilliant am I?

Also, I have another project in line, but this time I have help from those who passed the Seton Notes exam, yeah I’m still friends with them.  It’s http://suptekeps.wordpress.com haven’t thought of the domain name yet. Suptekeps huh? Is that even a word? Well the story behind the name is reserved for another time because to be quite honest, I can’t remember where that name came from. It’s an acronym for something, that’s all I remember. We’re still in the beginning phases though; it’s practically just a place where we consolidate everything. We’re still conceptualizing and organizing and well, you know.

Again, another pointless blog entry. I’m good. I’m like a psychic or something.